....maybe it did work. He should still talk to Asher about the thing. 

"Okay. Is there anything else you need?" 

"I guess if you're not polluted then probably a hug is nice?"

Sasha can hug him again. 

That's better. 

Sasha is very warm. 

"I don't know a Sasha."

"There's another me here and two more of you, and the other me doesn't know a Lev. I'm not sure why some of us know each other and others don't." 

"If none of you are greys I wouldn't have met you."

"None of the others come from a world with castes, grey is the only caste I know of." 

"Castes have different hair colors. Blues have blue hair and own things and run the government, greens have green hair and do art and science, yellows have yellow hair and do office work, oranges have orange hair do childcare and teaching and medicine, purples have purple hair and do farming and manufacturing and service work, reds have red hair and handle pollution."

Once he mentions the hair colors, Jarvis starts translating the names of the castes as colors.

"...I think I'd be purple. I'm sorry you can't be green." 

Hair touch. "I'm not smart enough to be green."

.........he puts one hand on the back of Levva's head. "I'm sorry you have to be grey, then." 

"It's fine except that I'm too dysgenic to have kids."

....how about he just doesn't offer an opinion on the subject of eugenics and instead keeps hugging Levva. 

Levva assumes that this is sympathy for not being able to have kids.

"You're nice."

"Thank you." 

Levva has run out of ways to interact with people so he is just going to be really quiet and hope that Sasha doesn't think he's annoying.

That's okay. Sasha can just keep hugging him. 

He's so tired. He's so, so tired. He doesn't have any money and he's hungry and he can't find a safe place to sleep and he's about to crash on his feet when —

Alright, let's do this one last time. 

My name is Sasha, son of nobody as far as you're concerned, and I was raised by villains on the Isle of the Lost. I was the smallest kid in my gang right up until King Ben of Auradon decided it was a good idea to bring me to a fancy prep school in Auradon City and there went that. 

It sucked for a while — however much of an asshole you're expecting Fairy Godmother to be, she's more of one, and rooming with Harry Hook is really not an experience I'd recommend, but I formed my own gang now, and Chen and Kaleva and Asher are excellent, and I'm doing pretty okay. 

And then —

It's been about a day since everything went bright green and he fell on a city he didn't recognize. He doesn't have any money but hey, the food they throw out here is minimally likely to be poisoned, and — is that him?

....that's him. He's a little older but that's Sasha's face, what the — 

"Hello?" he says. 

Everyone else so far he's been able to understand but not other Sasha, apparently. "I don't speak that language," he says, and points at himself and says "Sasha," and points at the kid and makes a questioning face. 

...oh. Other him doesn't speak Russian any more than anyone else does. He probably shouldn't have expected him to, but. "Sasha," he confirms. 

Doing this without words is going to be hard, so instead he just takes the other Sasha's hand and takes a bag of some kind of chips from his jacket pocket and offers it to him. 

...oh. Food. 

He takes the chips and eats them and — smiles. 

Meanwhile--

Bounce bounce bounce. "New Lev!"